As Kirk and Spock stood back to back, phasers out and ready, they realized that all of the hostile aliens attempting to kill them had been taken down. Spock stood straight and replaced his phaser in his hip holster, and sighed, wiping a speck of blood from his face where a shard of fiberglass had nicked his eyebrow.
The last enemy battle ship came screaming down through the gray sky, and in doing so, caught on fire and lit the engines, sending the ship to explode. Above them, a single figure flew off the outer hull with a scream of terror, long black hair whipping about them as they fell.
Spock's head snapped up, and his face paled more than usual, eyes widening in horror.
"Emrys." He choked out. Kirk knew that because Spock and Emrys had a link, they could telepathically communicate with another. She didn't know where he was, so she had resorted to that as a last measure. The figure continued to fall, and as she grew closer, he could see the torn grey shirt she was wearing, and the long black hair whipping around her.
Kirk's haunted blue eyes met Spock's panicked ones. There was no way she would survive that fall.
As the girl fell closer, Spock looked up and muttered something under his breath, and with a tremendous heave of effort, leapt. Kirk knew Spock was strong, and could easily leap 10 feet or so off the ground in Vulcan gravity. But by no means, was this Vulcan gravity. The gravity here was light even for him, and Spock had leapt with everything he had, and soared nearly 30 feet into the air, catching the girl in his arms with a grunt, but there was no sound from Emrys.
Spock landed with a thud next to him, falling back into the gray dust to cushion the landing. The gray planet rocked with the sudden explosion of the battle ship colliding with one of the tall mountains and exploding violently. Kirk couldn't look toward the fire though, more focused on the scene before him.
The Vulcan had Emrys tucked in his arms, held tightly to his chest, and he was holding her to him, face looking down at her still form. His shaking hands cupped her face, and his brown eyes watered up, seeing the almost lifeless body of his bondmate in his arms.
"Please…. Emrys…." He murmured, lowering his head to hers, forehead bumping to her own. "Oh god… Please." His face shifted up and his lips pressed to her forehead in that gentle kiss that anyone would long for.
Kirk couldn't look away. She couldn't be dead. No.
Spock began to shake, rocking her back and forth, holding her to him, tears dropping on her cheeks.
Her chest rose in a shaky breath. Spock froze, eyes wide, staring at her face, and felt the warm breath exhale over his neck.
Her eyes opened.
"Spock?"
He simply touched his palm to her cheekbone, his fingers cupping her face, resting by her ear.
"I am here…. My little one." His voice was breaking, and his face dipped down, lips brushing hers in a gentle kiss.
Emrys responded, raising one hand to brush the side of his neck, and swiping up to brush his meld points, allowing the feeling of her life to reassure his mind that she was alive. He tightened his arms around her and held her close.
Never again, would he let her go.